discordance


a starlight stuck to my mind,

 to my elongated staircase neck,
atom meeting atom.

a whirlpool of petals and memories,
clasped between my chin,
a thin map stitched there.

the map of insanity,
cities squirming.

a doused eye of temperature unstable,
this eye,
a tenuous, watery limpid eye.

it sees autumn, winters and spring
like nothing mattered at all.


22 Comments

  1. No idea why I hadn’t commented on the beauty of this before. .
    You are a unique talent and a delight to read. Your wrangling of imagery is absolutely expertly executive. Gorgeous

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  2. And yet, you have made that “nothing” come to life with imagery so stunning it becomes “everything”. This is the true definition of THE POWER OF WRITING.

    Cities squirming
    A watery, limpid eye
    How mentally stimulating those visions are when your words imprint themselves within me. I thank you for that.

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